Dong Lingjiu looked at him with a smile, and moved a few inches closer. She said, "Using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a mat, undressing, what a good mood."
　　Zheng Yuheng was instantly embarrassed, lowered his head and stopped talking, and the tips of his fair ears were flushed. He silently served Dong Lingjiu dishes, put the ingredients she liked to eat in front of her with a public chopstick, and then accompanied Dong Lingjiu to drink.
　　She had a good alcohol tolerance. If she hadn't drawn the sign of congratulations and drinking until drunk when she was taking the flower name last time, I'm afraid that even if ten Zheng Yuhengs accompanied her to drink, they would not see Dong Lingjiu's drunken appearance.
　　This time, Zheng Yuheng came out with her quietly, thinking that excessive drinking would hurt the body, and didn't want Dong Lingjiu to drink too much. Both of them had their own weight in their hearts, so they drank about three cups each and stopped to eat. When the charcoal fire in the hot pot was burned through and the boiling water stopped boiling, they just finished their meal and rinsed their mouths with the prepared tea.
　　The hot pot was put aside. The night was getting darker. The small stove that was cooking the remaining wine was bubbling. The stars were shining. Epiphyllums were blooming almost at the same time. They bloomed for a moment and then disappeared in a moment. An extremely beautiful and short-lived scene appeared in front of the two of them, accompanied by the brilliance of the stars and the moon, and the cold evening breeze in late autumn.
　　Dong Lingjiu suddenly felt extremely peaceful.
　　Although she was usually very calm and composed, it was as if there was a weight pressing on her, making her sorrow, joy, happiness and anger all seem heavy. And this "weight" in behavior seemed to have come upon her many years ago, making Dong Lingjiu constantly get used to the weight on her body.
　　Soon after her marriage, she seemed to have been unable to shout out loud, unable to practice the six arts of a gentleman or enjoy playing ball and pot as she did at home. Her hair was always decorated with valuable ornaments that indicated her status, restricting her freedom. The higher her position, the more she felt that the world seemed to be shrinking, framing her in a small grid and moving along a track.
　　But at this moment, she felt this peace, as if the world suddenly became wider. She looked far away and saw not the palace walls and red gates, but a sparkling lake, the swaying moon shadows, and the fleeting flowers.
　　Zheng Yuheng watched the moon with her for a while, then said, "Do you want to take a boat?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "I remember you get seasick."
　　"I don't get seasick," Zheng Yuheng shook his head immediately, "I won't get seasick when I sit with you."
　　Dong Lingjiu raised her eyebrows, turned her head and looked at him, "Little Master Zheng, you are very good at adapting to circumstances."
　　Zheng Yuheng was embarrassed to answer, and reached out to hold her fingers - he had wanted to do this many times before, but due to his status and occasion, he could only carefully test and guess, and could not be as free as now.
　　He took Dong Lingjiu out of the pavilion and stepped onto the painted boat beside the pavilion. This had been parked here for a long time. The old boatman who came by boat had already gone ashore, and there were only the two of them.
　　Zheng Yuheng led her to the flower boat, let her sit inside the bamboo shed, and then rowed the boat casually. This exquisite boat floated casually in Shuiyue Lake, creating layers of fine waves.
　　Dong Lingjiu listened to the sound of the lake water, her mind was clear and quiet, facing the full moonlight, she suddenly forgot her identity.
　　Zheng Yuheng came back to her and said, "Only stay in Luoyue Temple for one day?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "If you are not here, just one day."
　　Zheng Yuheng immediately became energetic, and just as he was about to speak, he heard her say, "But you have to go back to work tomorrow, right?"
　　His spirits that had just been lifted up fell again in an instant.
　　"I've been here before," Dong Lingjiu said, "and accompanied... to burn incense to the Bodhisattva and Buddha here."
　　She originally wanted to mention Meng Zhen, but thinking that Zheng Yuheng was a jealous person, she omitted this name. However, Zheng Yuheng was very alert and caught her omission, and whispered: "How many times did Tan Niang accompany the late sage here?"
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at him and said, "Many times, I can't remember."
　　Zheng Yuheng was jealous and deliberately said: "You are tired of all these tricks of mine. The late sage must have also accompanied you boating on this lake and made hot pot and hot wine for you. You must think his was better--"
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "No, I didn't accompany him boating on the lake."
　　He was a little happy, but he was still very reserved and restrained himself not to be too happy. He pretended to be very magnanimous and said: "That's the fault of the late sage. How could he treat my Tan Niang like this."
　　After hearing this, even Dong Lingjiu wanted to teach this mouth a lesson. Where did he learn such a bad thing?
　　It was late at night and the wind was cold. Dong Lingjiu looked at the moonlight and the reflection in the lake for a while, and couldn't help tightening her clothes. Then, Zheng Yuheng stood up and closed the small door of the pleasure boat. The already dim light suddenly disappeared. It was quiet all around, but the boat was still shaking, as if it was sailing into the dark waves.
　　Dong Lingjiu was a little sleepy to begin with. After the moonlight and the lake breeze disappeared, she felt even more comfortable and lazy, as if she could relax in a corner sheltered from the wind and stretch her body slowly. She closed her eyes and lay on the small couch covered with a soft blanket on the pleasure boat. Although it was narrow, cramped and dim here, she felt very comfortable listening to Zheng Yuheng's breathing.
　　The hairpin had been removed long ago, and the gold hairpin slipped from her bun and fell to the ground with a ding. She didn't pick it up.
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't either.
　　There were candles on the small table in front of them, but no one lit them. Only their breathing continued, slowly approaching the same pace... Then, she heard his heartbeat as if in an illusion, and it became the same frequency as her own heartbeat.
　　This made her feel very safe and sleepy. She hadn't been so sleepy for a long time. She seemed to be on the edge of falling asleep, but she could still feel his warm breath approaching.
　　Zheng Yuheng sat down next to her, with a little groping, but more of a search and test. He tentatively held her hand. Seeing that Dong Lingjiu didn't say anything or take it back, he put her hand on his cheek and rubbed it on the white and delicate palm, like a cat being stroked.
　　Then he leaned over again, lowered his head and placed his lips on her forehead. Dong Lingjiu felt that this was like what he did to a child, and it was itchy, so she laughed softly. Zheng Yuheng whispered
　　, "The world can't see it."
　　"What?"
　　"Can't see us." He said.
　　Zheng Yuheng's kiss moved down from her forehead, gently imprinted on her eyelashes, under her fine eyelashes, at the end of her eyes, and every inch of her skin that showed fatigue in her maturity. He kissed carefully, and then said: "No one can see us."
　　Dong Lingjiu admitted softly, she half raised her head and put her hand on his shoulder.
　　Zheng Yuheng continued: "You can not be the Queen Mother, and I can not be Zheng Yuheng."
　　"Then what are we?"
　　"Just each other." He said, "the most ordinary man and woman in the world."
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled, but Zheng Yuheng kissed the wet tears in the corners of her eyes.
　　He tasted the taste of her tears, which was a little bitter.
　　She said: "I'm so tired."
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "I know... I know. I always feel that you are so tired."
　　Dong Lingjiu nodded, but murmured this sentence several times. Her hands tightened, climbed his shoulders, and circled his back, saying: "Junzhi, Junzhi..."
　　Zheng Yuheng lowered his head and put his lips to hers. When Dong Lingjiu touched the other's soft lips, he suddenly lost control and poured out his pain like a storm. Her teeth left marks on it and bit through the epidermis in his mouth. She tasted the scars in his mouth, with a little sweet taste of blood.
　　Until the two separated, she was still violently adjusting her breath. Dong Lingjiu made him scarred, but he said nothing and still put his lips to her without fear.
　　The boat was still moving, drifting with the waves.
　　But as he said, it was too quiet and dark, even the sky and the earth could not see the two of them. Dong Lingjiu closed her eyes, threw away the invisible crown that bound her, and clutched his clothes tightly, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him back passionately, as if she wanted to melt him from the whole world, want to take him into her body and life, and she wanted to completely monopolize him.
　　Zheng Yuheng endured it silently, and only when the pain reached a certain limit would she reveal a hoarse groan. Until her hair was completely scattered, the pearl hairpins fell one after another, and her black hair hung down.
　　Dong Lingjiu reached out to take off her earrings and threw them on the bottom of the boat. From then on, she no longer had any gold or jade decorations on her body. Then she turned over and hugged him on this narrow couch, pressing on top of Zheng Yuheng.
　　Dong Lingjiu threw his coat aside. Because it was too dark, the two of them couldn't even see each other's eyes. There was only heartbeat, only breathing, and only the most acute hearing and touch after the vision disappeared.
　　She lowered her head and bit his Adam's apple.
　　Zheng Yuheng's fingers suddenly tightened, but then loosened. He made a swallowing motion, as if tempting the other party to be more brutal. It's okay, there's no need to restrain yourself.
　　But Dong Lingjiu didn't do that. She felt sorry for the teeth marks she had bitten, raised her hand and stroked the wound on his neck, her voice mixed with breathing: "Junzhi..."
　　"Yeah." Zheng Yuheng responded.
　　"Sometimes..." Her breath was extremely unstable, "I would want to kill you."
　　Zheng Yuheng was not surprised at all, he asked: "Why?"
　　"Because people change." Dong Lingjiu whispered, "If I see you change your heart, it will tarnish the you in front of me at this moment."
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "I won't, but if you are worried, you can kill me."
　　He was actually thinking about this matter sincerely.
　　Dong Lingjiu laughed again, and she said: "Mad man."
　　"It's a good thing to have a partner who can go crazy." Zheng Yuheng was very calm, "It means that my love and hate are strong and pure. I love you so much. There are many people in this world who don't know this feeling. I don't think there is anything wrong with this."
　　Dong Lingjiu asked: "Don't you think it's wrong for me to have such thoughts?"
　　He didn't answer, but asked back: "Don't you think it's a strange thing to remain sober and wise in the palace for so many years, and also gentle and kind? If you are completely normal, I think it's not right."
　　Zheng Yuheng actually realized it a long time ago.
　　Dong Lingjiu, who seemed to be the most sober and normal, actually had some crazy and on the verge of collapse ideas under constant repression and restraint, but she could always pull herself back from the brink and control herself again, like a sophisticated instrument that could save itself.
　　But now, he wanted Tan Niang to give up her self-rescue, let her go crazy happily, express herself passionately, and let her feel each other's warmth and emotions to her heart's content.
　　Dong Lingjiu agreed with his question, nodded first, and then smiled gently, but there was sob hidden in this smile - the sob soon could not be hidden, she held his hand tightly, lowered her head, and buried it in Zheng Yuheng's arms.
　　She began to cry. In this narrow and simple painted boat, there was no gold and jade ornaments, no three kowtows and nine bows.
　　Zheng Yuheng hugged her.
　　Her tears fell drop by drop, soaking his clothes warmly. After a while, Zheng Yuheng heard her crying. At first, it was suppressed and slight, but gradually it became unbridled. She bowed her head in his arms, like a withered lotus, and the endless fragrance lingered on her body like a withered lotus.
　　Zheng Yuheng felt that these were tears that were more than ten years late.
　　He unbuttoned his collar and raised his hand to wipe the tears on her cheek. Dong Lingjiu held his wrist and suddenly lowered her head to bite his shoulder, piercing through the skin fiercely, leaving bleeding teeth marks. She took a long breath, and the breath was almost scalding hot.
　　"Tan Niang," he was actually very afraid of pain, but this kind of pain made Zheng Yuheng feel particularly relaxed and satisfied, as if Dong Lingjiu fell from a high cliff and he caught her. "Remember the feeling just now. You can do this to me at any time, but... don't reduce your love for me, not even a little bit, otherwise, I will be sad to death."